Morning broke like a slow slap to the face. As Isadora groaned, her body shifting under the heavy sheets, muscles aching in strange places. Her mind was fogged, scrambled, stuck between dream and nightmare as she lay there, still half-asleep.
For a blissful second she believed it was all just a bad dream. A drunken hallucination. Some twisted fantasy her exhausted brain cooked up after too many night shifts and too little sleep.
But no.
No, reality came rushing back. It wasn’t a dream. She was kidnapped by him.
The bed was too big.
The sheets were too soft.
The air smelled like expensive cologne and when she opened her eyes, she wasn’t in her tiny apartment anymore.
She was in his bed.
Dominic’s.
Her stomach twisted as She sat up so fast the room spun, her palms digging into the
